Unlike outside, where time passed like lightning, time passed so slowly in prison that I often thought the clock was asleep

Although it has been a few days since the execution of my sentence was postponed, it is still a nightmare for me to write about it for nearly two months. So many different thoughts and dreams and bitter and sweet events happened in those two months that I don't know where to start. You may not believe that during those two months I wrote nearly two hundred pages of memoirs. Even though they searched all my tools when they came out, they didn't even look at my writings. I was worried about them leaving, but the officers didn't even look at them. My first step is to publish them. I don't think there will be a problem because many of the writings are personal and non-political. But about those two months:

1. I bow down to all the people who are imprisoned due to the contradiction of their thoughts with the beliefs of their governments.

2. In the book "Why They Don't catch you and What Will Happen in the End?", I have explained my relationship with that belief in detail.

3. Considering that I was a Darwinian before the revolution, one of the most common questions I was asked was the comparison between Darwin before and after the revolution. I said that we do not want to compare them with each other. Like a 5-star hotel with Naser Khosrow Inn. Prison is a prison.

4. I never wear a watch and feel the time. Outside of prison, I rarely looked at the clock and I was always running out of time. But in those two months, time passed so slowly that I looked at our clock hundreds of times and the damn day was not over yet. Maybe my illness, maybe my old age, and maybe the unexpectedness of my arrest caused me to cut down on those days.

5. I wrote, I wrote and I wrote again. To escape from the onslaught of thoughts, I walked, walked and walked again. I used to walk so much that I fell like a corpse. I couldn't even think about Mahur, Makan and Hossein Ali anymore.

6. The behavior of the prison officials with me was honestly excellent. They treated me so respectfully that sometimes I thought that I was not in prison and that I was in a law school and that I had not yet been subject to the generous "cleansing" of the 13th government.

7. One of Evin's forced successes was watching the news on radio and television. There was never anything happening in Iran or anywhere else in the world that contradicted the beliefs of the regime. The news was a constant boring repetition of the beliefs of the regime and that was enough.